Oh Susanna[Image]Song Lyrics Crooked Down The Road Shame All Eyes on Baby Deathyard Missoula Roll Me on Home Jackson Wilson CROOKED DOWN THE ROAD words by Scott Chernoff - music by Suzie Ungerleider Well, I've got a carved arm and a black tooth, crippled boot and a broken heart. Stuck here in Smiley Oh God, I'm so alone, I will roam hobo, come crooked down the road. I got an idiot eye and indian hips, conhouse lips and a wino's smile. Stuck out here in Youngstown killing myself slow, So I'll hitch a rattletrap boat, come crooked down the road. I got a jacket of smoke and a charcoal lung, dumb tongue and I'm down-at-the-heels, Joe. Stuck in Stony Mountain don't know which way I'll go, So I'll take the first morning coach, come crooked down the road. SHAME words & music by Suzie Ungerleider Tried to walk beside me I beat you to the ground I strung these reins around your head I rode you till you drowned. Tried to be your savior Though I'm the one to blame The one that heals, the one that kills are one and the same. Chorus: Oh take me down, I'm going to bury my shame Oh take me down, down to bury my shame In my book of letters I keep a photograph It captures time so perfectly when I would make you laugh. But what's that in the corner of your eyes, my dear? Is that look one of love or is it one of fear? Chorus Once you walked beside me but now I walk alone. Committed you to memory with all the rest I've known. Pull myself together, hold my head up high. I'm going to bury my shame so that I'll learn to cry. ALL EYES ON BABY words & music by Suzie Ungerleider All eyes on baby, darling daughter She's learning to speak the words we taught her. All eyes on baby, darling daughter She's learning to wear the dress we bought her. Hush-a-bye, baby, darling, please sit still Silence is golden, That's a good girl I'll brush your hair back tie it tight and trim knees pressed together darling, raise that chin. All eyes on baby, darling daughter She's learning to be the things we thought her. DEATHYARD words & music by Suzie Ungerleider The deathyard's callin' me Rumblin' round the track. So I'll make the rails my wire and my pillow iron black and I'll listen till I hear the breaking of that drum and my soul will rest in peace beneath that crossroads tomb. The deathyard's callin' me to the deck walk whistlin' dixie met a preacher on the path to the harbour out to sea. He said, "Hear that shorebird scream May your days be few' and now a silver dollar will buy a calm for you." The deathyard's callin' me to that anchor that swings low cuts through the ocean floor and digs a six-foot hole. When you spend your drunken hours swearin' sober to remember the distance tween the ceiling and the floor, that's when you find yourself at the end of your rope gently swingin' time to a mourning song slow. MISSOULA words & music by Suzie Ungerleider We met along the backroads on the way to Missoula, Lookin' for a home and maybe a truelove, Grabbed a double barreled shotgun and two cherry cokes, Them fightin' words were all we spoke. From Rattlesnake to Ithaca we hit every stateline, Cracked every cashbox, broke every gold mine, Prayed petty cash would replenish our souls And a runaway train would bring us home. Tired from the fight, we shacked up in a farm, Built us a picket fence and held freedom in a yard, Tried to live the good life and cut our dreams away, Until our land of gold had turned to gray. Against your will I flew from the flatlands, Arms torn free, bloody knuckles on your hands, I have no love for you, my lover, Let's keep runnin' till it's over. Though I couldn't shake the sadness that brought us together, I still look to you to make things seem better, And even through the wire, I can still feel Your lips whisper low against my ear. To the death always be a fighter, Never give in, never buckle under, We're not friends and we are not lovers, But you'll be my hero when it's all over. ROLL ME ON HOME words & music by Suzie Ungerleider Roll me on home in a blanket of gold Roll me on home in a blanket of gold Walk me down to the river and throw in my bones Roll me on home in a blanket of gold Roll me on home in a blanket of gold I'll walk with the angels, I'll sink like a stone Roll me on home in a blanket of gold Roll me on home in a blanket of gold The deeper I fall, boys, the higher I'll go Roll me on home in a blanket of gold Roll me on home in a blanket of gold Please tell my mother I'm coming on home Roll me on home in a blanket of gold Roll me on home in a blanket of gold For come next April, I go with the snow Roll me on home in a blanket of gold... JACKSON WILSON words by Scott Chernoff, music by Scott Chernoff & Suzie Ungerleider Medicine bottle and a preachin' bone Boxcar daughter and a Blackfoot tombstone. Cheyenne slaughter up at sandcreek road, Standin' in the Water full of six steel jacket holes And it must be the ghost of a Jackson Wilson Must be the ghost of a Jackson Wilson Must be the ghost of a Jackson Wilson rattlin' the bones of an old hooker Jim. Chickasaw rope on the Union plains, Captain Jack hung low in the Mankato jail. Knockin' on the door with a Colt .38 sayin' "Did ya see Little Crow flyin' away Jane?" It must be the ghost of Jackson Wilson Must be the ghost of Jackson Wilson Must be the ghost of Jackson Wilson rattlin' the bones of old hooker Jim. All songs registered with SOCAN, 1996; Copyright 1997 Stella Records. [Image] [Image] [Image] [Image] Site Design by Swell Interactive